*
lets not forget
the improvised song
.
falling from above when
you stop to meditate
.
wings flapping
nervously sounding
.
almost metallic
that clear it seems
.
lighter than
daylight
.
.
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*
let me dance
as the millipede
with no thinking
.
ask me not to
quit nor to explain
turn the other side
.
if jealousy abides
inside as I praise the
sky as the dance floor
.
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our venturesome
walks are the cause
me I can’t stay
put too long
.
walking life barefoot
doesn’t scare me
.
it was probably
because grandpa
.
explained everything
to me then – I got it
.
the habit of asking why
exacting answers
.
even when
the questions
are larger than I
I keep on walking
.
.
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November 1st early
morning past sunrise
I’m out in the middle
of the deserted road
.
I stop to savor the
moment under a sturdy
blue sky half moon
suspended late up there
.
my eyes running up to
the lengths of the tall
palm trees where only
a bird or two greet me
.
I’ve got a couple of hours
a couple of water bottles and
some mountains to follow here’s
peace before my Sunday starts
.
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*
pensive hazel eyes
flickering around
the night where
.
perfumes sail to
the clouds away
.
from the cracking
tiny sound of bare foot
on sleepy grass
.
.
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esserci
un giorno
dove il suono delle
ali delle farfalle
può essere ascoltato
disteso su un sorriso
vigile ai mutamenti
del mio corpo
stupore della gratitudine
mi incrino un poco
alla volta a vita
più profonda
.
.
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I like to see
things from afar
.
to climb hills or
even stairs
.
see things in
their right
.
importance
little
.
not available
for grabs
.
me up there
where I should be
.
almost gone
totally here
.
.
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stand always
at the beginning of things
.
keep that attitude
as your compass in life
.
you are never at the
end it will never be
.
the end of the world
but always for us
.
the beginning
of anything new
.
.
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.
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it seems some days
that the sun moves
at a faster speed
.
it raises for a kiss
as I get a cup of coffee
and let the cat out
.
I see them playing
together in the shiny
grass birds may
.
join too as I give
shape to new poetry
typing away
.
suddenly it taps
on the backyard for
a sad goodbye
.
as I sit speechless
.
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was dreaming of
sunny awakenings
sweet cuddling and words
few – tight together
.
was getting out to say
good morning – gratitude
will not fail me
a smile in spite
of everything
.
I will hold
happiness
between
my hands
.
*
solitude is the place
of clear listening
a shining
meadow
.
there we are
given the privilege
of grasping what fills
the apparently invisible
*
let solitude be
my greater passion
the place in which
my life thrives
.
.
*
the struggle to live
that has taken place
within me these past months
is disturbing the deeper
silence I was used to
.
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.
1.
mi sono dovuta fare
la A/C questa estate
non ho avuto scelta
.
non quella che rinfresca
quella che brucia dentro
ossia la chemioterapia
rossa non di meno
così la chiamano
all’estero Red Devil
.
2.
dopo una primavera
assai turbolenta
prima la diagnosi
.
poi i risultati dei test
sempre il contrario di
quello in cui speravo
.
poi le metastasi in corso
e fortuna che il mio non era veloce
poi il ricovero e la chirurgia
.
3.
poi il ricovero dalla chirurgia
i drenaggi infiniti e gli edemi
e l’infezione all’espansore
.
ecco siamo riusciti ad arrivare
giusto entro il tempo massimo
alla terapia medica necessaria
.
considerata la natura difficile
delle cellule mutate nel buio
del mio corpo perfetto lo credevo
.
4.
questa A/C è l’inferno
dentro di te portatile pensa
sale per le vene e gira
.
dentro tutto il corpo
aggredisce ogni cellula
bruciando e si sente
.
tu cerchi di vivere
che sarà mai sto a riposo
ma passi il tempo
.
ad avvertire allarmi
ad osservare cosa succede
nella parte centrale
.
del tuo povero corpo
un pianeta in fiamme tutto brucia
una società invasa
.
presa a difendersi
a liberarsi confusa trattiene rilascia
navighi piena di nausea
.
che tutto si muove
tranne tu che devi restare ferma
al buio all’ombra
.
che non c’è – perché fuori è estate – torrida pure
tutti sono in vacanza al mare o al fresco
e tu creatura solare per vivere
.
hai preso l’A/C e sei rimasta a casa
con la nausea ma non da barca
con le vampate ma non da spiaggia
.
tramutata in chi fugge la luce e il calore
che sembrano essere la fiamma
che accende il gas che gira nelle vene
.
5.
esco dopo il tramonto poco
se riesco a far due passi e due chiacchiere
per il resto osservo e perdo
.
cellule le buone e le disubbidienti
e l’ordine che avevo sempre avuto
a livello digestivo e intestinale
.
osservo perplessa questa guerra
amplificata io credevo il peggio
sarebbe stata la chirurgia
.
è quasi come osservare la terra
consumarsi nei conflitti da lontano
anche sopra perdo divento luna
.
sul cuscino non più le costellazioni
distese nelle notti serene
dei miei lunghi capelli bianchi
.
ora trovo i pochi capelli rasi
poi sarò lucida e di forma nuova
anche a quello dovrò abituarmi
.
alla fine di questa mutazione
completa che non ha tralasciato
nulla del mio corpo che luce avrò
.
1.
I had to get A/C
this summer
I had no choice
.
not the one that refreshes you
the one that burns inside
called chemotherapy
.
red not the least
that’s how they call it
abroad Red Devil
.
2.
after a springtime
quite upsetting
first the diagnosis
.
then the tests results
always the opposite
of what I was hoping for
.
the metastasis going
thank goodness mine was a slow one
the hospitalization the surgery
.
3.
came recovery from surgery
infinite the time of the drainages and edemas
and the infection at the expander inserted
.
we made it just in time
right by the wee day to get to
the medical therapy necessary
.
considered the difficult nature
of the cells mutated in the darkness
of my perfect body as I saw it
.
4.
this A/C is hell
inside of you the portable one
it goes in up your veins all around
.
inside your body
attaching every single cells
you can feel it scorching them
.
you try to go on with your day
– I will rest I will get over this –
but you spend your time
.
listening to set off alarms
to observe what is going on
now in the central part
.
of your poor body
a planet on fire every thing burning
a country invaded
.
busy to defend itself
to free itself confused holds in and release
you sail – filled up with nausea
.
every thing moves
but not you – you have to be still
in the dark in the shadow
.
nowhere to be found it’s the torrid summer
everyone is on holiday at the sea or where is fresh
and you child of the sun – to live –
.
you got your A/C and you stayed home
with nausea but not from a boat
hot flashes but not from the beach
.
transformed in the fugitive of light and heat
as they seem to be the unnecessary flames
that lights the gas in my veins
.
5.
I go out after sunset a bit
if I manage four steps and a bit of a chat
otherwise I observe I lay and lose
.
the good cells and the disobeying ones
the digestive and intestinal
order I have always had so far
.
I observe perplexed this war
my body lives amplified
I though surgery was the worse part
.
almost as observing earth
from far away consuming itself in conflicts
on my top I become the moon
.
on my night pillow I don’t spread any more
the constellations of the serene nights
of my long white hair scattered
.
now I find the stubs of my very short hair
what is left until I will be shiny on top with a new shape
I will have to get used to that too
.
at the end of this complete makeover
that would not leave anything unturned
what light will ever shine out of me
.
annamosca 
